The Great Healer

Time is not the great healer.  Time is an ocean in which all that is becoming becomes more of what it is. That which is growing grows; that which is fading fades; that which is blooming blooms; that which is dying dies. Time changes no course. It only brings each course to its natural end. ... Continue Reading →

The C-Word

Four months ago today, a doctor looked me in the eye and told me I had cancer. Truthfully, he was looking down at the open file folder on his desk when he said it, but he caught my stunned eyes by the end of the sentence.  He didn't seem nervous or sad, nor was he... Continue Reading →

Isicathamiya! (and other adventures)

Thirty men jog on to a stage wearing crisp suits, two-toned shoes, and white gloves.  They stand shoulder to shoulder in a tight arc.  In front of them is a single man in a bright, contrasting suite and gloves.  Bending down as though drawing energy from the stage itself, he seems to explode upward, spreading his whole body... Continue Reading →

Snapshots

It's hard to believe that it has not even been three weeks since I arrived.  It feels like at least six - but that's what happens when every moment is packed with new experiences.  Normal life doesn't usually have so much "newness" to it, so a normal three weeks feels a little more "to scale".... Continue Reading →

Life in Limbo

Throw a ball into the air and watch carefully.  There is a moment at the top of its arc when it is no longer going up but it is not yet going down.  It appears to be - ever so briefly - suspended in midair.  Jump hard on a big trampoline and you can feel it... Continue Reading →

“Are there rocks ahead?”

One Sunday evening sometime in February, a couple of friends I had recently met here in London invited me to dinner with a larger group.  I sat next to to two people I did not know and we began the standard opening conversation.  Hi, my name is ... who are you? Where are you from?  What do you... Continue Reading →

"Africa Lite" and other myths

Once upon a time, in disconnected moments and mixed up places, fragments of a story murmured through the thoughts and questions and dreams of a jumbled world.  It was a story of somewhere else in some other time and some other way of being - an origin story, alive in the present, which all seemed... Continue Reading →

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